All it was, was the sharing of coffee.
The quietness of an already-closed bakery,
A walk through a tiny market full of local gems,
A single pizza dinner at the bar.
But at the end of the day, at the end of the week, that’s not all that it was. It became a sense of familiar comfort, a simple but rich joy, the thought that somehow, someway, everything had fallen into place—because it was with you.
The kind of friends who find the many unremarkably casual things of life transfigured into deep moments of joy, simply because they are shared with one another.
— Austin Salisbury | Kinfolk Magazine, Vol. 3